Trance

Weakness exported from the stuffed clouds above,
though struggle lasts untouched beneath the translucent haze;

amid a living four eyes, stretched parallel in sight.
Merely vanished by a clear frozen blink;

capturing still, the slow surrounding shine;
active within the evenly unsound waters.

Able to destroy with a touch to renew all and entirety.
Cutting the blood soaked shame from the solidified root.

Elevated by resonated heals, acute to the keen ear;
the element of  sustained peace, expired towards infinity.

So frequently shown a path be incessantly in display;
raised liberally by oblivion, and the thick hushed means.